December 20, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

James Maher



Don Krieger



Against identification 1



Do you see her legs, her face?

Would you rather know the person?


Do you ask his college, his wealth?

Would you rather know his wife?






Against identification 2



When they come for dinner

do you sit with him while she helps in the kitchen?

Would you walk him home,

or her?






Against identification 3



Sometimes I’m just a harmless old man,

in Starbucks, at the movies.

Do you want that too,

or would you rather be dangerous, brilliant?


On a night street it’s easy to decide;

the old are prey, but not a fit white man.


At work I wear a white coat.

People call me doctor unless they know me.

Then they hold the door.






Against identification 4



When brown faces came to your door

you forsook your earnest money

with grateful relief.

Even today it’s a warm feeling.






Against identification 5



The Russian envoy was murdered today

by a Turkish cop

who cried “Aleppo.”

Good riddance to all three.











Don Krieger

I have built satellites, worked in the operating room, been in a cult, …

I earn my living as part of a group which is trying to understand and treat head injury.

In my poetry and short blog pieces, I want to express ideas with unambiguous clarity and intensity.

I willingly sacrifice rhyme and meter, art, cleverness, elegance, and beauty for these.


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